The drumbeat of explosions and gunfire stopped at some point. It didn't take long for black smoke to rise from the direction of Dust Town.

The residents walking on the mountain path involuntarily stopped, unloaded their burdens, and crawled in the direction of the town.

"The god of the bighorn deer is on ......"

"I hope Lord Bighorn is safe."

"Emperor bless."

It is not difficult to see from the jumble of prayers how nonsense their faith really is.

But the heart that prays for peace for the warriors is not false.

Zhang Zhengyang, who also saw the wisp of black smoke and was tied to the oxcart with his hands tied to the ox cart with a rope, felt relieved for a while, and with a hint of joy stealing joy.

His Honourable Bishop did not give up on him!

Their allies have sent someone to save him!

However, he didn't write the thoughts in his heart, but just shrunk his head resignedly, for fear that the survivors would notice and vent their anger on him.

Looking at the residents prostrate on the ground praying, Lao Bai, who was walking in front of the procession, stopped and clicked his index finger on his helmet.

"Ten minutes off."

"We'll wait for them for a while."

It's more than twenty kilometers away from Dust Town, and there is little need to worry about being caught up through the forests and hills that are difficult for vehicles to cross.

Thanks to the time that the brethren of the Jungle Corps helped them buy, they had enough time to move to safety.

After about three to five minutes, the residents of Dust Town got up from the ground, patted the dust off their bodies, and picked up their bags on the ground again.

People are in a low mood and there is not much communication.

However, Lao Bai could see something in their eyes other than sadness and hesitation.

Those things, he had seen in the eyes of the residents of Dawning City......

"Keep on your way." Lao Bai waved his right fist.

The transferred team formed a long snake in the mountains, winding its way towards the settlement hidden in the mountains.

Meanwhile, a small, silver fixed-wing drone ended its hovering and glided along its intended track to the side of an abandoned farm to the north.

The two Guards Scouts who were waiting there quickly stepped forward and folded the drone back

Folded and recycled, and took it to the "Viper" transport plane parked near the farm.

Two hours later.

The drone's memory was sent to the Boulder Mansion, and the battle footage and weapon data were recovered and uploaded to the server.

The office on the top floor of the Boulder Building.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ibers saw the battle video from the beginning to the end.

After about two or three seconds, he sighed and pressed the close button, and said to himself.

"I have to admit that even ugly organisms occasionally show highlights other than death....."

"It's so beautiful."

According to computer simulations, the Iron Wall exoskeleton and the Growler blaster can bring up to a human soldier's combat power to the same level as a mutant.

That is, in the case that both sides use infantry armor, thermal weapons, and the difference in tactics and numbers is not large, the one-for-one battle loss ratio is relatively close to the result of the deduction.

After all, mutants themselves are a by-product of the singularity technology of "complete lifeforms", and their very existence is the crystallization of biological technology.

Even if the soldiers of the Jungle Corps are all Awakened, it is not easy to play a one-for-three record without additional support.

However, in the end, the battle loss ratio reached 1 to 10!

Ibs had no doubt that any army in Boulder City, even at its peak, could not have such a high combat effectiveness.

Twenty against more than five hundred......

Even if it is a team composed of X-16, it is probably a matter of minutes to be submerged.

"The data is so beautiful that it loses its reference value...... But your bravery deserves to be treasured by the server forever. ”

With a slight stroke of the index finger on the floor-to-ceiling window,

Ibs dragged the battle log and data into the archive folder for archiving.

This was the first battlefield of the XB-1 "Growler" blaster. It was also the most shocking experiment of a new weapon in a century.

The thought that those guys were dead made Ibs's face feel a rare trace of regret.

"You probably won't have a chance to hear it, but I want to tell you about it."

"Your death is worth more than most organisms."

However, he didn't expect the Alliance soldiers to be so good at hand-to-hand combat, and his original suggestion was to retreat when he was close to a safe distance of 10.

I'm not going to give them a chainsaw or something like that....

[Sideline: "First Test of the Blaster" mission completed! 】

[Requirements: Engage in firefight with mutant squads of 100 or more.] 】

[Ibers: "Most of your dead organisms are much more valuable, and I'm looking forward to working with you next!" ”】

[Evaluation: S+]

【Reward: ......】

At the same time that the players of the Jungle Corps received their mission rewards, the official website of Wasteland Online was bustling with activity.

The garbage gentleman who was honorably offline picked out the words on the keyboard, describing the danger of the situation at that time.

Including how he did the Musou Kill in the middle of the crowd, including how he took the head of the giant mutant from the crowd.

Listening to his abstract description of "a head with his left hand, and a head with his right hand", people who don't know still think that he destroyed a team of 100.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask how many people had been killed, and the garbage gentleman was quite honest and honest.

Hearing "only twenty", a long list of boos suddenly opened under the post.

Ye Ao Na I said: "Hehe, I'm embarrassed to brag when I was only twenty, when my brother went to Southeast Asia to do business, he accidentally met a group of drug dealers, and he had more than 100 people." The guys, all of whom were tall and big, were carrying AKs and big pineapples, but they were killed by my brother with a dagger, and later I learned that they were local warlords. ”

Picking up garbage level 99: "Cut, your hundred drug dealers are a chicken on the wasteland, and the marauders may not be able to beat it!" ”

Irena: "I think you lost the moment you discussed it with Brother Grandpa. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "Am I mistaken?" Isn't his brother a special forces soldier who went to the south on a secret mission? (Funny)"

Makabazi: "Hahahaha! I remember it too! ”

Irena: "Then the question is, what did the grandfather and brother do in the end?" (Funny)"

As usual, the proud brothers still threw down a sentence and ran, not giving people a chance to catch the right line at all. One can't help but wonder if this guy is the kind of guy who secretly plays with his phone under the table.

Going back to the post itself, unlike cloud players, most players have seen how fierce mutants can be.

Especially the veteran players of the A-test.

The impression of the mutants' terrifying resilience is almost etched in their minds.

So when Trash-kun said that he took 20 heads, even his teammates who were with him didn't believe this KD.

I want to quietly call it fake, but the strong man is even more embarrassed to shout that this guy will definitely count the two heads he took on himself, and the garbage king's nose is crooked.

It wasn't until midnight that the chicken came down to correct his name. This guy really didn't brag.

If it weren't for the last big guy who was too fierce and could knock down a tree with one kick, I'm afraid he would have killed more.

That guy has a name, and he can be considered a purple elite monster high or low.

Picking up trash Level 99: ..... Hey, when it comes to being miserable, it's still you who are miserable, twenty sets of 'iron wall' exoskeletons, not counting those blasters, add up to 300,000 silver coins, right? ”

Although he also lost a set of "hunter" exoskeletons, that thing is just a mount equipment, which is actually not very expensive, so if you lose it, you will pay for it.

Isn't the game just fun?

Anyway, he was happy, and his followers were saved, not to mention that someone lost more than him.

This life

Hits

Finish!

Midnight Kill: "Oh, you said the exoskeleton and the rifle...... That thing is a quest item, and if it breaks, it will break, and it is not something we paid for anyway. ”

Picheng Paratrooper: "+1, have you forgotten, we usually wear the KV-1 and Miner I with the welded steel plates." ”

Voldemort: "No. 1 in the world in goblin technology!" (funny) "Picking up trash level 99:"??? ”

Task? What the hell?! The Trash Gentleman is stupid.

Seeing the three question marks, Midnight Chicken Killing Chicken typed and asked. "Didn't you get the assignment?"

Picking up trash level 99: "..... What a task. (Confused)"

Midnight Killer: "The mission of the Boulder Military Industry." Didn't I say it at the beginning, we're here to die? ”

Level 99 of picking up trash: "it?!" Are you serious!? Midnight Kill: "That's right." ”

Seeing this "yes", the garbage gentleman almost didn't squirt a mouthful of old blood on the screen.

Brother Ji did say this at the time, but he only thought that guy was pretending to be forced at the time, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

It's been a long time and there's really such an outrageous task?!

Thinking that the garbage dude didn't believe it, he continued to type at midnight.

"The branch of the Boulder Military Industry, let's challenge '20VS100' and see how many we can kill. There are quest props that can be prostituted for nothing, and I was going to save it for later, but it turned out to be just in time for the opportunity..... Anyway, I evaluate S+, and I give a lot of silver coins. ”

Makabazi: "Hahahaha! ”

Irena: "Trash-kun: I'm the one who was wronged. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "I feel distressed, if I were a garbage brother, I would have cried and fainted in the toilet." (Funny)"

Picking up garbage level 99: "I'm in the middle of the carbage%?#@!" "Killing the Chicken at Midnight:" (laughing)

The mole on the run in the canyon: "One thing to say, the loss of this equipment is really uncomfortable, and I feel distressed when I see it." I think I can get an insurance function, similar to EVE, which will return a certain percentage of the isk if the ship is blown up, and return 60% or 70% of the silver coins if the exoskeleton is blown up, and then some weapons such as automatic rifles will not need to be insured. ”

Irena: "So the question is, what percentage of the total price of the equipment should be paid as a premium, given the chance of damage to the player's equipment?" (Funny)"

Canyon Fugitive Mole: "Well, that's a problem. ”

If the premium is too high, the insurance loses its meaning. And if the premium is too low, with the almost realistic economic system of "Wasteland Online", the league will not be able to go bankrupt on the spot.

He has always been interested in private insurance.

But this kind of business that gambles against obvious risks, no matter how he calculates, will end up bankrupt.

After all, how profligate a player is, he is a player himself, and he knows it best in his heart......

Just as the forum was babbling, nearly 300 residents of Dust Town and the Burning Corps finally arrived in the mountainous area at the junction of River Valley Province and Geumcheon Province.

The terrain here is dangerous, there is only a winding mountain road to the south, a river fifty or sixty meters wide to the north, a steep rock wall stands in the water, and in the middle is a bridge built in the era of the People's Union.

Although the road on both sides has been largely erased by time, the nameless bridge is still structurally intact, but the whole is slightly skewed.

It is estimated that it was caused by the collapse of the stratum below the pier.

But in the wasteland, the dangerous bridge is not in the way. This is already one of the few easy paths.

The Alliance's supply trucks were parked at the bridgehead, and the players of the Burning Corps were busy unloading supplies and cooperating with the accompanying logistics personnel to carry out the construction of the operation base.

Before the watchtower and machine-gun emplacement, they need to widen the road at the bridgehead so that ammunition and weapons can flow in smoothly.

With the current situation, it is difficult to turn around the truck.

Just looking at the road conditions on the other side of the bridge, Ye Shi really didn't know whether to admire the driving skills of these guys, or the factory of the alliance.

You can drive the car over, and I'm afraid it's no problem to take an A photo in reality.

"Long time no see! What about the garbage guys? Hit the streets again? ”

Seeing Lao Bai and his party, the murderous dagger walked up with a smile on his face and said hello, and then saw them

The black man suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face.

He wasn't the only one who was surprised.

The survivors of Dust Town were also shocked when they saw his iron pot-sized hands. Several timid children nervously hid behind their parents, and some of the younger ones even cried.

The murderous dagger looked embarrassed.

He can't figure it out, no matter how scary he is not as scary as the garbage king, how can he see one or two of his NPCs as if he has seen a ghost.

However, in order not to frighten the children, he still hid the two big fists behind him, looked at Lao Bai and asked in a low voice.

"Why are so many people here?"

Lao Bai shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and was about to open his mouth to explain, but Ye Shi, who was next to him, answered one step ahead of him.

"They are all believers in the Trash King." Murderous Dagger: "Poof....." Kidney Fighter: "Believers are okay." ”

"Anyway, basically like Ye Shi said, Brother Trash asked us to take care of them." Lao Bai continued succinctly, "What's more, there are mutants on the other side, even if we don't have the help of Brother Trash, we can't leave them alone." ”

"That's ..... too," the murderous dagger nodded thoughtfully. Mutants, that's not people.

It's a nonsense, but it's a fitting description of what they're doing. What predator tribe compares to mutant tribes, that's all trivial.

Regarding the matter of Dust Town, Lao Bai has already reported to the administrator.

Although the Alliance did not have the resources to take care of a group of displaced people seven hundred kilometers away, especially as both Dawning City and Boulder City were preparing for the spring wave, the benevolent Lord still said that he would ask the Wanderer House to send some men over to settle these people in place.

At this moment, the mayor of Dusttown walked over this way.

Behind the old man was a young man, both of whom looked like they had something to say.

Looking at the old man and the young man, the old Bai asked softly. "What's the matter?"

Qin Baitian didn't speak, but first bowed respectfully, and when Lao Baizheng was surprised, he raised his head and said seriously.

"Thank you for saving us time and time again, I know that you are a kindness that we will not be able to repay in our lifetime, but at least we don't want to be a burden to you, let the bighorn deer god

And bighorned rats are ashamed of us...... If there's anything like us can do to help, please don't be kind enough to tell me, and I'll pass it on to the townspeople. ”

The young man who was following Qin Baitian also nodded vigorously, and said with a firm expression.

"Please give us a chance...... We want to help you do something! ”

A few months ago, he had eaten Naguo by accident, and the entire village had been thrown into the green plague.

It was the god Bighorn who forgave and saved him.

Not only did the Lord forgive him for the sins he had committed in ignorance, but he also gave him precious medicine to get him through the most difficult time.

Only now, he has finally made a complete recovery.

Since then, he has vowed to serve the Lord with the rest of his life.

Seeing the firmness in the eyes of the two, Lao Bai was silent for a while, swallowed back the sentence that came to his lips, and changed his words.

"We're going to build a supply outpost here, and we're going to build a railroad from Qingquan City to here in the future."

"If you want to help us do something, we should first count the young adults between the ages of 16 and 40 who are willing to help. I'll send the list to the back office and they'll give you a job, and then you'll get a salary, usually not a lot, just the bare minimum. ”

"How embarrassing is this, you have helped us so much, how can we ask for your money...... Qin Baitian looked embarrassed and wanted to excuse himself, but was interrupted by Lao Bai raising his hand.

"The alliance will not let anyone work for nothing, as long as they work must be paid, this is a law that everyone must abide by, I hope you understand. Just as you want to do something for us, we don't want you to bring your own rations to work for us. ”

Qin Baitian was stunned.

It's not because the man in front of him insists on saying the reward, but the first sentence at the beginning.

"The Union is ....."

"It's the alliance in the southern part of the River Valley Province, and I haven't had a chance to tell you that we don't have an emperor, only one administrator. That lizard is one of us, that rat is too, and so is the guy with them, and we're all residents of Vault 404......"

Seeing the blank expressions on the faces of the two people, Lao Bai estimated that they probably couldn't even find out where the river valley province was, so he stopped talking with a wry smile.

"Is it too hard to understand? Then you understand it as...... It's a big group of settlements. ”

Before Qin Baitian could react, the young man asked in a daze. "Is it something like a pinecone farm?"

"Pineca Farm? It's certainly not the size of a farm..... Lao Bai roughly understood it as a place similar to Brown Farm, and shook his head with a smile.

However, what he didn't expect was that the young man showed a shocked expression after hearing it.

"It's bigger than Pineca Farm... Ye Shi interjected curiously and asked. "What's that?" Qin Baitian said slowly.

"A settlement of more than 50,000 people, a little east of the ruins of the city, quite far from us, but also within the boundaries of Geumho City...... The farmer there seems to be called Zhao something, and he has a lot of soldiers under him. ”

Ye Shi and Tempest exchanged glances, and Fang Chang, who had not spoken, touched his chin, and a contemplative expression appeared on his face.

"Dusttown is the last settlement untainted by Nago...... In other words, that Pinecone Farm should now be the territory of the Torch Church? ”

With a slight movement in his heart, Fang Chang looked at Qin Baitian and asked.

"Is there a bigger settlement in Geumha-shi than Pinecone Farm?"

Qin Baitian thought for a while and shook his head.

"Probably not, I remember that the farm itself was a merger of several settlements. If I'm not mistaken, when I was a kid, there seemed to be three or four farms......"

Fang Chang then asked.

"Have you been there?"

Qin Baitian shook his head and said with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "I don't dare go to that place...... I heard that some of the slave catchers in this area are actually the guards of the owner of Zhao Zhuang. Aside from scavenging and hunting, we usually don't dare to go too far from the settlement. The old mayor of the old town is said to have had some friendship with the Pinecone Farm, but a lot of things happened later...... If you're curious about what's going on there, I can help you ask the hunters in town. ”

Fang Chang nodded. "Well, I'm in trouble."

They themselves were the vanguard of the alliance to the south, and they had only been here for a while, and they still had too little knowledge of the local intelligence.

He needed more intelligence.

Whether it's for the secrets hidden by the "champion" biopharmaceutical research institute, or for finding the "sanctuary" and the bishop hidden inside.

As the largest survivor colony in the region, Pinecone Farm could be a good place to start.

And that "Tower" organization. Fang Chang looked at Lao Bai.

"Speaking of which, what do the managers think of the 'Tower' organization?" Lao Bai finished his contemplation and said.

His suggestion was that we could work with local resistance groups, but we had to be wary of the possibility of infiltration of the loosely structured resistance itself. The people we come into contact with may be safe, but others have to put a question mark. ”

Fang Chang glanced at Lao Bai in surprise. Honestly, he thinks so too.

Last night's attack was no different from sending you to death, not at all like consuming the other side, but rather consuming yourself.

In fact, it is true, the prosthetic mutant sent on the other side is not ordinary fierce.

If it weren't for the hatred that was pulled away by Ye Shi, that guy named Li Jinrong and his brothers would definitely be dead.

And to Fang Chang's surprise, he could think of this, it was because he was at the scene, and that guy was saved by him.

A glance at the battle report from a distance of 800 kilometers can take this layer into account. There's something about this NPC......

“...... It is true that there may be informants from the Torch Church within the Tower Organisation, and we cannot fully trust them, but in turn we can take advantage of this and pass on some false information through them to our enemies, so that our enemies can be exposed. ”

"That's a good idea..... "Lao Bai nodded approvingly, and continued, "But these are just our speculations for the time being, maybe it was just an accident last night, and this possibility also exists." Fang Chang continued.

"So we need to do two things at the same time, on the one hand, to reach out to the people of the Tower organization and find out who can trust them and the ones who are not trustworthy. On the other hand, we can use the clue of the Pinecone Farm to collect information about the "Holy Domain". ”

Lao Bai nodded and said seriously.

"Okay, then I'll find a way to contact the tower first."